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Chapter three hundred and seventy-fifth, a sword in the sea

Strictly speaking, the current Canglang Sword Formation is no longer the original Canglang Sword Formation.

It is a sword that belongs to Linya Zhenren.

Linya Zhenren waved the scabbard in his hand, and his sword fell on the Demon Sword Formation that was trapped in the formation.

Xiao Pingsheng was not an ordinary person. Before Linya Zhenren moved his sword, he had already vaguely sensed Linya Zhenren's intention, and contracted the Heavenly Demon Sword Formation to the extreme.

But in fact, he originally planned to withdraw the sword quickly at the moment when the Canglang Sword Formation collapsed, so that everyone here could see the vulnerability of the Canglang Sword Formation. The No. 1 Sword Sect in the world had a false reputation. However,

Linya Zhenren's sword was so fast and so smooth that there was no gap, and it directly trapped his Heavenly Demon Sword Formation.

By shrinking the sword formation, he was actually at a disadvantage.

"Canglangmen Linya Zhenren is indeed worthy of his reputation. It's a pity that he even borrowed his sword from someone else."

Just listening to the first half of the sentence, this sentence is a heartfelt appreciation, and just listening to the second half of the sentence, this sentence is a ruthless ridicule. However, in Xiao Pingsheng's mouth, these two sentences are exceptionally harmonious when put together.

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Linya Zhenren's expression remained unchanged and he said: "Whatever I can use is considered mine."

After speaking, he struck the scabbard downwards in his hand, like an old teacher in a private school, striking the ruler in his hand into the palm of a disobedient student.

A distant sword cry came from the Canglang Sword Formation.

The sound of the sword is the whistling sound that a swordsman can make when a swordsman reaches a certain level in the art of swordsmanship. Although it has little effect in actual combat, it can shock the hearts of others and make them feel that this swordsman is so good that he is powerful.

In some areas, there are always sword cultivators who are proud of the sound of sword sounds they can make when wielding their swords. This custom also exists in the Canglang Sect.

Gao Yangsong also liked Jianming very much.

When defeating the enemy, it is absolutely a wonderful enjoyment to show your strength to the opponent with the full and full sound of the sword and convince him.

For this reason, when Gao Yangsong had free time, he would occasionally try it once or twice, and he vaguely felt that the sound of his sword was really as powerful and domineering as himself.

But now, his confidence in his sword sound has dropped a bit, and he also shows a hint of admiration for Linya Zhenren in his heart.

Gao Yangsong has been practicing on Wu'an Sword Peak for eleven years, and he has never thought highly of Canglangmen. Even if Linya Zhenren is a ninth-level powerhouse, he still looks down upon him.

He has this kind of mentality. In the final analysis, it is because Shang Yunjian is used to it.

But now he is still in awe of Linya Zhenren.

Because Linya Zhenren's sword sound was too strong.

It is said to be a sword sound, but it is actually a combination of the sword sounds of the five Canglangmen Zhenpa magic swords that make up the Canglang Sword Formation. However, their fusion is too perfect and achieves absolute harmony. Others cannot understand it at all.

Separate.

Therefore, Linya Zhenren's sword sound was particularly clear and clear.

In this clear and empty sword cry

In the sound, it seemed as if all other sounds had disappeared.

The sound of the sword echoed in the grassland.

Then everything was completely silent, except for the melodious sound of the sword.

The originally neat formation of the Demonic Sword Formation suddenly had gaps, and the Demonic Black Swords could not help but tremble silently, like men in single clothes shivering in the cold wind.

Xiao Pingsheng frowned.

The sound of the sword was the only thing left in his ears.

And what was in front of him was a sword.

A sword that is intangible but absolutely sharp.

After a while, the sword will pierce his heart and crush his life into pieces.

For Xiao Pingsheng, now is the moment that determines his life and death.

Linya Zhenren used the Canglang Sword Formation to lock his Heavenly Demon Sword Formation, and then used a clear sword sound to force his sword directly into his heart. This combination of moves is exquisite. No matter how you look at it, he will soon be defeated.

Linya Zhenren took his life with one sword.

"amazing."

Xiao Pingsheng smiled and praised: "Use a visible sword to use an invisible sword. If I hadn't seen the scenery here, I wouldn't even be able to see this sword."

What I said this time was truly pure admiration.

Linya Zhenren's sword attack had already made the hairs on his back stand up.

The strength of the master of the Canglang Sect is truly worthy of his reputation.

Xiao Pingsheng smiled and stopped, and the Demonic Sword Formation within the Canglang Sword Formation immediately collapsed.

This picture looks very much like sitting still and waiting to die.

But no one thinks that Xiao Pingsheng will sit still and wait for death.

And the next second, almost everyone who participated in the battle looked shocked, as if they had seen the most bizarre thing in the world.

Before that second arrives, some people think that Xiao Pingsheng has secretly accumulated strength, and is just waiting for Linya Zhenren to suddenly explode when he takes action, fighting him to the death; some people think that Xiao Pingsheng will try to disturb Linya Zhenren's mind, and then look for opportunities to fight back.

...At this second, all speculations fell into place.

Xiao Pingsheng's self-destruction of the Heavenly Demon Sword Formation not only failed to destroy the blockade of the Canglang Sword Formation, but also caused him to suffer the backlash of damage to his natal magical weapon, causing blood to ooze from the corner of his mouth.

Linya Zhenren is one of the best ninth-level masters in the world. If you are injured before facing the invisible sword he casts, the result will definitely not be good.

Jiang Shun, the only high-ranking member of the Heavenly Demon Altar who was still able to move, was riding the Wolf King away from the battlefield. His eyes were still watching Xiao Pingsheng's movements. When the Heavenly Demon Sword Formation collapsed on its own, he was so frightened that he could not close his mouth.

This behavior is equivalent to cutting off one's own arm before engaging in a life-and-death fight. It is a complete suicide.

But before his fear showed on his expression, the situation over there changed again.

The invisible sword penetrated directly into Xiao Pingsheng's body, and the sound of the sword echoing on the grassland became clearer and clearer.

Xiao Pingsheng should be dead.

Almost everyone believed that Xiao Ping was dead.

After the invisible sword penetrated his body, Xiao Pingsheng's brocade robe had been dyed red with blood, and his expression was extremely painful. It looked like he was only a little away from death.

Master Linya frowned, and without hesitation, he shot out five swords with the intention of directly cutting off Xiao Pingsheng's head.

He expected that this sword would penetrate Xiao Pingsheng's body and cut off his vitality directly.

There is only one word difference between penetrating and penetrating, but the damage caused is vastly different.

Linya Zhenren already realized that something was wrong and Lei Ting took action, but it was still a step too late.

Because when he took action, Xiao Pingsheng was also fighting for time, and his actions were more decisive and swift, so he succeeded.

Two fingers appeared in front of Xiao Pingsheng.

Along with a jingling sound, all five Canglang Sect magic swords were knocked away.

On the grassland, the sound of swords suddenly stopped.

Linya Zhenren stretched out his hand to take back the five swords, protected the five sword-holding elders and retreated, sighing: "What a pity."

Xiao Pingsheng coughed up a mouthful of blood, but his complexion became more rosy and healthy. Hearing the emotion of Linya Master, he smiled and said: "Since Master Lin is defeated, what else can you say?"

"If you lose, you lose. What else do you need to say?"

Master Linya calmly returned the sword to the sword-holding elders and asked them to leave first.

Master Daoyuan and others took the orders one after another.

Guan Shanyue hesitated for a moment and then obeyed the order and left.

Linya Zhenren still stood where he was, with his sword robe fluttering and his fairy spirit lingering around him, as if he was not the one who had been defeated before.

He stared at Xiao Pingsheng like a hawk, and said: "What a break and then stand, what a demon. I thought your confidence lay in your confidence in strength, but I didn't expect that you decided to take risks.

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"If you don't work hard, there will be no results." Xiao Pingsheng said with a smile, "This time I was able to climb the Dahua Tian Demonic Qi to the tenth level, thanks to the extremely sharp sword of the real person."

As soon as these words came out, both Yu Changping and others who were near Xiao Pingsheng and Linya Zhenren, who were temporarily unable to fight again, as well as Fu Qingming, He Bi and others in the team, were all shocked.

The momentum around Xiao Pingsheng continued to rise after a brief period of sluggishness, and he was actually stronger than before.

Yu Changping's face was solemn and silent.

Now, Xiao Pingsheng's level of cultivation has surpassed him and the former head of the Heavenly Demon Altar.

The tenth level of Dahuatian Demon Qi actually made his cultivation reach the peak of the ninth level, which is only one step away from the immortal level that countless people can't even hope to reach.

Xiao Pingsheng snapped his fingers, and thousands of demon black swords bloomed from behind him, covering most of the sky.

Master Linya remained silent and retreated dozens of meters. His sword robe was still fluttering, but his original calmness was gone.
Chapter completed!
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